Real Deal
she averts her eyes
walking down the street
the sweetest green
lips like betty
eyes like saucers
black on black
nicotine sepia fingers
she walks fast;
she's nervous
almost marching
her boots warn
don't fuck with me
it's all smoke and mirrors
her heart is pink-stained
from loving the world
she is the coolest
girl I know
:hrr
Nice work, Heather. Stumbled past your blog and this poem by using Blogger's random "next blog" button, and for once I'm rewarded. Well done.
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